I'm realizing
as time grows colder
at some point
we all hate
who we use to be,
and even though
I'm growing older,
I can't quite
put my finger on why
we do this to ourselves.
I know
the version of myself
I still need to leave
behind
because at times
it makes me
feel less human to know
how often I hit
a dead end,
how I had to turn around
again and again,
only to fall
into yet another
fit of failure.
So as I write,
I think, maybe
I'm learning to see
why we hate so much
who we use to be.
It's simply because
we become someone else
entirely.
A better person.
